THIS JUST IN: Hero Parrot Saves Choking Girl!

According to Yahoo News, the parrot pictured at the left saved the ‘tocks of a choking girl by squawking: "Mama Baby! Mama Baby!" and flapping his wings until the babysitter returned to the room and gave the girl The Heimlich.

Awesome!

According to the report: "This undated image from video released by CBS4Denver, shows Willie, a Quaker parrot in Denver, Colo., whose cries of alarm alerted his owner when a little girl choked on her breakfast. Willie has been has been given the local Red Cross chapter’s Animal Lifesaver Award."

In his honor are a couple more cute parrot shots. Above, a McBeakersons named Ivan, and below, two puffballs.

We keep chickens as pets, and I would not want to face off against a bird. Our chickens love us and come running to greet us when we get home, but I’ve seen them stare down foxes and dogs…even a deer who wandered into our garden. Birds don’t mess about.

My favorite Alex story:An accountant came to the lab to do their books, and Alex watched her carefully. Alec asked her “Wanna nut?”
The startled accountant didn’t answer at first, so Alex repeated it. The accountant said no, and got back to business.

Awhile later, Alex asked her, “Wanna toy?” The accountant, feeling silly to talk to a bird, said “No,” and went back to work.

Some time later, Alex said (with impatience in his voice) “What DO you want?”

Good bird :-) I remember seeing a program about birds and animals rescuing people and they said that with birds to squawk for help or to alert to danger is basically protect the flock. In the case of the little girl choking, the bird saw her as the chick of its flock in danger and cried for help.

Yea! I tried sending this in to share with all the CO peeps but it won’t work for some reason. I’m glad someone else found it too. Isn’t it amazing? I cannot believe how some people doubt animals’ intelligence or capacity for compassion and concern.I bawled when I read this!

I own parrots and I can tell you the sole reason why this one saved the little girl is because she probably feeds him goodies. They’re, uh, not exactly selfless.

Or as the old joke goes: A cat looks at a human and thinks, ‘They feed and love me, *I* must be God.’ A dog thinks, ‘They feed and love me, *They* must be Gods’ and a parrot thinks ‘They feed and lo-HEY WAIT, FEED? I DON’T SEE ANY NUTS IN MY DISH, WHERE’S MY FOOD NOW!!!11eleventy’

Ok, this story is totally cute and I’m glad the girl’s OK, but I still hate Quaker parrots. My aunt had two of them and they are both the most evil pets I’ve ever met. They sort of formed the basis for my dislike of birds.

Oh, totally, Kara, I know exactly what you mean. It was the same for me. Except, um, it wasn’t parrots, really; it was more like roaches. And it was this fast-food place I used to work at, not my aunt. And… well, I guess I still even sometimes get food there. But, you know, pretty much otherwise the same. Mostly.

Kara is wrong. Not evil, just territorial. So am I. Quakers rule, they know it, I know it, now you all know it too. I am allowed to share my home with three and all that they ask is that I feed them and give them water and make them toys and pay all kinds of attention to them and give them treats and love them and make sure that they have everything they want. And I do. Like I said, Quakers rule.